Life down the drain

Addiction can lead to your life going down the gutter

You could tell from the minute that I spoke,
That my voice echoed the effects of booze, f**s and coke.
Nose dry, lips cracked and bags under my eyes,
This is the face of an addict, it's no surprise.

My hands shake and I wobble when I walk,
I stutter, mutter and sometimes spit when I talk.
My eyes dreary, teary and sadness in them can be seen,
Its been ten long years since I was last clean.

Everyone moves away because I'm the lowest class,
On the days I stumble into church for the mass.
I pray to God to forgive and help me out of this mess,
But even he has given up on me I guess.

I have nowhere to sleep, my stuff always gets stolen,
If I don't find shelter I'll be drowned wet and completely frozen.
I find a doorway, so I'll sleep here for the night,
I'll get up and move on at the first sight of sunlight.

The nights grow long and my bones are now frail,
My eyes are now sunken and my skin turned so pale.
As I fall deeper I think, what my life could have been,
If only I fought the demons harder deep within.

I'm tired of my life, I've thrown years down the drain,
I've gained nothing, only misery, loneliness and pain.
My eyes grow heavy and I long for a sleep,
But I know when I die, for me no one will weep.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I don't know if this is autobiographical or based on a person/people the poet knows, but it is a chilling portrait. Reading it might dissuade some people from getting involved with drugs.

[Lykos]

I was reading about the rising number of homeless people in a city and how many turn to drugs to escape the reality they find themselves in. This is just me imagining what it must be like for some.